If only you’d listen

There is a wall of wax closing your ear
You cannot know until it is too late
But you will forbid truth like it’s a curse

Don’t do this to win or to get famous
Do not go too fast or too slow. Oh! Wait,
There is a wall of wax closing your ear

Silence burns the tongue like poop in anus
Affection tames the scald the burns create
But you will forbid truth like it’s a curse

Tell your kids you are an ignoramus
When your fall is the topic of debate
There is a wall of wax closing your ear

Keep your weakness in a box, dear Amos
Never listen, twist your ears till it’s bait
But you will forbid truth like it’s a curse

Choose rue, gloom, folley or an abacus
To count chances if you’d listened, then rate
There is a wall of wax closing your ear
But you will forbid truth like it’s a curse

LARDO